Weekend In Rome

Hello all,

More pics to come over the next couple of days but for now here are a few to start you off.

We had such an amazing time I AM IN LOVE WITH ITALY as always. Can't wait to get back!

Love to all (will get the regular blog habit back in order)

PS. The fourth pic down is the Pope (Nick and I stumbled into Vatican City to find none other than the big man himself doing his Sunday address to the city. It was actually a really wonderful experience. Each Nationality the Pope addressed cheered afterwards (Nick of course cheered after the English address like he was at a dance party ;-) After listening to the Pope, we walked out with an Italian priest who was saying his rosaries (excuse spelling am clearly not roman catholic) whilst coasting along... the whole thing was terribly cleansing.

I am happy to report that Italian boys/men are even hotter than I remembered (that goes for the females too actually). We ate delicious Italian food and drank delicious Italian red. We walked like maniacs (i may have had one small tanty late on Saturday night when the hotel just wasnt getting any closer despite walking and walking and walking and walking......... and walking

It wouldn't be a signature Kate and Nick weekend of course without a bit of drama. Our flight left Rome at 7.15pm Sunday night so we calculated accordingly for 'get backs from hotel time' and 'get on train to airport time'. We may have slightly undercalcuated and so ended up having to run back to the hotel to collect our bags. That was all good and well... we made the train. Whilst settling in on the train waiting to go to airport... after about 5 or so minutes Nick piped up with a very valid question: "Did we get our passports back from the hotel?" (They took them when we checked in). Well of course we didnt get our passports back. Just when you think the drama is over it comes back even bigger. So Nick, mightly sprinting champion, ran back to the hotel.... I loaded up all bags ready to jump on train but wouldn't you just know it... as soon as Nicks head popped in site from the train station stairs... the train pulled away. Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. We did of course overt any serious drama consquences in the end and just made the flight.


Oh and I accidentally asked a train station employee which train we needed to catch for the Leonardo Di Caprio Airport (it's the Leonardo Da Vinci Airport of course). A cultural highpoint to say the least.




xxxxxx